His Tardiness, Her New Marriage Chapter 04

His Tardiness, Her New Marriage Chapter 04

The person on the other end of the line stopped breathing for a second.

Then, a single word came through: “Done.”

I grunted in acknowledgment and hung up.

“Three hundred million. It’s on its way.”

Taylor’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Audrey, are you… are you serious?”

A wave of relief washed over my parents’ faces, replaced by wide smiles.

My mother immediately grabbed my hand, her tone scolding.

“Audrey! You can’t just ask Blake for money over the phone like that—it’s so tacky!”

“Exactly.”

Lily chimed in, putting on a show of concern for me.

“Blake must be so uncomfortable. When you marry into his family, the last thing you want is for them to think you’re a gold digger.”

My father cleared his throat, assuming his role as the head of the family.

“Alright, alright—the exact number isn’t important. The deal is done!”

“The Harringtons originally promised fifty million, to be invested after the wedding.”

“The fact that he’s willing to give three hundred million now shows that he still values Audrey.”

“Audrey, don’t say things about us selling you off—it’s embarrassing. You and Lily are both Langford daughters. We love you both equally.”

I let out a laugh. “If you love us equally, then why isn’t Lily the one getting married?”

“Isn’t the Ashford family a hundred times more powerful and established than the Harringtons?”

The color drained from Lily’s face in an instant.

The Ashfords were indeed more powerful—and because of that, they cared more about bloodlines.

When they proposed the marriage alliance years ago, their choice, from start to finish, had always been me.

As for Lily… at that meeting in the Hamptons, she wasn’t even given a formal seat at the table.

The Ashfords weren’t interested in her.

Everyone knew it.

A flash of embarrassment crossed my father’s face. “Why bring that up now?”

“Let’s not. The money’s secured, the problem is solved.”

I cut him off, grabbing my suitcase. “Let’s go home. Don’t you want me to get married on time tomorrow?”

I ignored them and walked out of the terminal.

Once in the car, my phone buzzed.

A single, simple location pin.

It was followed by another message:

“Tomorrow. I look forward to seeing you in your wedding dress.”

I stared at the location. What a coincidence. It was the same hotel.